the weather,
those clouds,
that roll of thunder
in the distant
hills,
the way the rain
falls into puddles
on the dark
summer street,
reminds me
of you, of us,
of when we were
in love last
year. and that wad
of gum, that you
chewed, spearmint,
our favorite,
then stuck to the bed
post, that too
reminds me of
you, and those shoes
under my bed, not
yours, but someone
else's, well, guess
what, yup, they
too remind me of
you, but not so
much because your
feet were rather
large and those
black stiletto
heels are only
a petite size two,
but still they remind
me of you.
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